He placed the Mora in his hand into Barbatos's donation box.
Cid had no particular thoughts in his mind.
In any case, the one he revered in his heart was Barbatos. Through Barbatos, he thanked this world for letting him come here.
What does my worship of Barbatos have to do with you, Venti?
Alright, time to go back to the tavern for another glass of juice.
Cid walked out of the offering room.
"Adventurer, may I entrust you with a commission?"
Ah? I'm on break! No…
Cid turned around and saw a… nun in white.
Cid still had a very favorable impression of nuns in white.
After all, when he first woke up from sleep, it was a kind nun in white who kindly helped him.
At the same time, he thanked himself for not having the habit of sleeping naked.
"Can you tell me what the commission is first?"
"This…" The nun in white looked very hesitant. "Can you promise not to tell anyone else?"
"Sure." Cid agreed readily. There probably wasn't anyone who would want to scheme against someone like him with no combat ability. Even if there was… a weakling like him wouldn't be able to resist anyway.
"It's just… Adventurer sir, you must have seen the little girl singing in the cathedral, right?"
"Yes, but I had something to do first, so I didn't disturb her."
"Here's the thing… My commission is to ask you to listen to that little girl sing."
The nun in white took out a pouch of Mora and handed it to Cid. "Though this commission sounds very abrupt… that child's parents have recently had some issues… Singing is probably her emotional outlet right now…"
Cid looked at the pouch the nun in white was offering.
Such pure and simple church personnel… I just came out of the offering room, and instead of troubling me with faith… you use Mora?
How can you talk about the child's tragic situation and still make me feel okay taking Mora…
Wait, it shouldn't be a scheme assuming I wouldn't take the Mora, right?
Cid looked into the eyes of the nun in white before him.
There was no scheming in her eyes. How should he put it? It was genuinely a request.
If it was a scheme, then this acting skill would be wasted.
If I get schemed against, so be it. It's just a little less Mora.
"This commission won't be necessary," Cid pushed the Mora back, incidentally noticing the worried and disappointed expression on the nun in white. "I want to go listen to a cute little child sing on my own."
The nun in white looked very happy. "Thank you, adventurer. May the Anemo God protect you!"
"May the Anemo God bless you too, kind nun." (lit. "May the Anemo God deceive you" in a playful sense, but kept polite)
Cid walked unhurriedly toward the area of the cathedral.
Cute Barbara, here I come! And officially sanctioned at that!
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And just like that, Cid sat without any reservations in the very front row of little Barbara's concert.
Let me see little Barbara!
Short stature, the hair at the back already in twin spiral ponytails…
Wait? Spirals?
Cid suddenly remembered Bronya from Honkai Impact 3rd—the Silver Wolf of the Hunt.
Hair let down.
Aaaaaah! I'm sorry, Seele! I've fallen for your big sister Bronya!
Bronya door!
No, twin spiral ponytails let-down door!
In any case, Cid was immensely looking forward to little Barbara's upcoming performance.
And little Barbara was a bit nervous at this moment.
This was the first time she had encountered someone whose eyes were full of anticipation for her performance.
Green clothes, green shoes—feels like he's just missing a green hat.
An adventurer uncle who looked very ordinary.
Though nervous… she was very happy.
Little Barbara's performance began.
How to describe it? Rather than calling it singing,
it was more like a child humming freely from the heart.
Little Barbara was indeed still a child right now.
Perhaps everyone has a child in their heart; it's just that some people have already forgotten it.
Though the cathedral was very large, because everyone was very quiet, little Barbara's solo humming didn't sound that soft.
At least Cid, sitting in the front row, could listen properly.
He really liked this feeling.
Not only did he like little Barbara's performance, but he also liked the atmosphere created by everyone present who was protecting Barbara's dream.
That's really nice.
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Cid closed his eyes.
It wasn't because he was sleepy.
It was just that Cid suddenly realized little Barbara seemed to mind his gaze a little; there was a hint of tension in her voice.
Then he wouldn't look at Barbara. He'd close his eyes and just listen.
The cathedral was quite quiet, and Barbara's humming shifted from the originally somewhat tense lightness to a more relaxed, bright lightness.
Had little Barbara already developed the awareness to choose what song to sing based on the environment at this point?
That's really great~
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